Poetical Commentary

Faces in the Night

some nights endlessly empty
some nights fatalistic forlorn
some nights full, capable, fantasy
some alone, abandoned, shopworn
dreams they come unbidden
unchained, escaped, uncloaked
mirroring my anxieties
wreathed, evanescent, drugged smoke
langorous, bemused, befuddled
abed within dawns embrace
dreaming fractal fragments
where to align my face
i turn to behold your curvatures
enwrapped beneath the sheet
i reach to absorb your familiar warmth
feel the pulsing of your beat
the warmth of Auroras gentle rays
collides with Nights cold frost
i search for sense and meaning
am i found or am i lost
like the cycling of the waves and tides
i fall and rise and fall
my hopes, my fears, my uncertainties
ebb and surge through all
adrift like jetsam, flotsam
at the boundary of aware
my barriers, my guardposts
discarded like used underwear
neither counscious nor unconscious
aware but not aware
drifting in this nether land
caring without care
at last there comes a tipping point
of sensing what i sense
the mantle of personality
resumes my lifes pretense
consciousness now assumes command
creeping in on silverfish feet
how shall i prepare my face
to meet the faces i shall meet?